The Heart Of The Wife On Honey

Chapter 62 Prov Andrian (Thank you my bidadar)

Gratitude I could not describe by the word of the greatness of God led my heart to turn to him.

A sinner like me who expects nothing more, the only thing I hope for is His forgiveness.

Thank you my dear wife, without you I am a dust grain in this world. I can only stain the pure earth. Without me erasing the traces of the filth of sin that I leave behind every step of these two feet.

Thank you my dear wife, you taught me many things without feeling tired and tired. You have patience teaching me what life means. Until I know, that this life can't be passed without a handle. Hold a firmness of faith in God, where we surrender and ask forgiveness for all the sins I have committed.

Thank you, little lady of my house, you sincerely accept a sinful man in your life with a big heart. I don't even know if there is a woman like you who accepts my flaws without exception.

Thank you, accuser of my heart, you love me in the name of Allah and his lover, Rosulullah. You loved me with all my shortcomings, until you taught me what true love means. The love of the mind that never comes out until I realize that the Love of God is much greater than the creature. Until God brings love in his name. You have grasped my heart until the simplicity of your love makes me unable to turn away from you. Because you introduced me to Love my Rob until I was happy to love you on his behalf.

I don't know what else I have to say reveals this feeling. That I am happy with you, I only ask God, that God not take you when I am not ready. So that God will not separate us even though you and I are no longer in this world. I hope you are my bidadar in heaven.

My gratitude at the Harom mosque even I don't want to move one bit. Whether until when the tears, regrets, happiness mixed into one form a clear grain that continues to prick my eyes, until the swiftness of the clear feathers came out staining my cheeks.

For two months my wife and I have been in the holy land of Makkah. After performing the Hajj, I decided to stay here for a few months. I spent my time in the mosque, praying for forgiveness from the owner of my life.

The self is powerless without God's forgiveness and help. This self is not possible without the strength that God has given me through every journey that my wife and I have traveled.

I plead that I may be a good husband to my wife, Asma Laila Ar-rohman. My heart always trembles when I say his name in every thread of prayer I pray. May Allah bless us and guard our household.

I am happy very happy even without the presence of children in the midst of my happiness. Allah has given the wife of Sholehah alone I am very grateful there is nothing more I ask other than, Allah makes me a good husband who is responsible, can bring Asma to His Janah. Building a paradise that Asthma dreams of.

Thank you for the love you gave me, thank you for the love you gave me, thank you for stretching out your hands to welcome me.

I opened the door of the apartment room with a smile adorning my lips. After praying, I decided to return because I knew my wife was alone in the apartment.

I was confused to find my wife not welcoming me. I read the dinner table, there are already some dishes that my wife cooks.

I rushed to the room, maybe Asthma is still praying after preparing dinner.

"Astagfirullahhaladhimm...,"

My world seemed to collapse seeing my wife lying unconscious. Indeed, lately Asthma is difficult to eat especially in Makkah many foods that Asthma does not like. Until I had to find Indo special food so that my wife would keep eating.

Anxiety and panic haunted me, making me immediately bring Asthma to the hospital. Until anything happens to him I swear I will never forgive myself. It's my fault that asked Asthma to stay here for a few months, so Asthma rarely eats because there are many foods here that Asthma does not like.

Is it possible stomach asthma relapses, or there are other diseases that I don't know yet. Because as far as I know Asthma only has gastric diseases and typhoid.

God, I hope my wife doesn't happen. I'm sorry I can't be a good husband. O Allah, O Rohman, O Rohim, heal him, and lift up all the diseases that make him sick. And, save my wife from the pain, may she be a helper of the remission of her little sins.

Amens....

Seriate....

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